Sang Wanzhou frowned and put the pig food in front of him with a look of death. He picked up the pole placed next to the trailer and threaded the hook on one side through the rope tied to the barrel.
"Go aside and I won't run into you for a while."
The main thing was that he was afraid of bumping into her and having pig food all over them.
He couldn't even think about such a thing.
Sang Mizhou drove Xiao Fubao aside, lifted another bucket of pig food from the trailer, and picked it up with the other end of the pole.
He bent down, put the pole on his shoulders, held the rope hanging the two pig food buckets tightly to keep the buckets balanced, carefully straightened up, and walked towards the pig pen step by step.
The man and Xiao Fubao were not far behind him.
Little Fubao had an adoring look on his face, his eyes were bright and shining like a clear light, and he strode behind with his hands behind his back.
"My brother is so strong! Even Fu Bao can't lift such a heavy bucket, but my brother can lift two buckets at once. It's really amazing! Fu Bao will also grow taller quickly! He will become like his brother.
The same Hercules!”
Children's words always have a hint of innocence and cuteness.
After listening to the cute and adoring words of little Fubao, Sang Mizhou unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth with a trace of unnoticeable pride. He felt that he was not so proud even after making a popular movie.
[Hahahaha, little baby, we can grow taller, but we don’t need to be so strong. After all, we, Sang Mizhou, are 188-year-old men. It’s normal to be stronger. Our little baby has to take the sweet and cute route! 】
[That’s not necessarily true. I agree with Sister Yu’s approach! The little baby will definitely be a beautiful woman when she grows up!]
[The Sang family’s genes are so strong, and the baby looks so similar to Sang Mizhou, so it’s unlikely that he will become disabled no matter how long he grows up, okay? 】
Sang Mizhou walked outside the pig pen and stopped.
He bent down and lifted a bucket of pig food, and carefully poured the pig food towards the pig trough through the fence.
With the sound of clattering, the pigs in the pigsty crowded towards the pig trough.
Sang Mizhou picked up another bucket and poured it down.
After pouring two buckets, Sang Mizhou turned back to look at the man, his eyes distant and indifferent: "How many buckets should be poured into a pigsty?"
The man slowly stretched out his hand and made a "two" sign.
Sang Mizhou nodded, picked up the empty bucket and returned to the trailer, picking up two more buckets of pig food.
After going back and forth several times, Sang Mizhou's breathing was slightly rapid. The hot sun shone directly on his fair and translucent face, and the fine sweat on his forehead gradually soaked the fine bangs on his forehead.
He looked tired, but he didn't say a word that he wanted to quit.
When the man saw this, there was a hint of relief on his face.
Originally, he was not very willing to take care of these celebrities and children. He felt that they were just pretending and would not take things seriously.
Asking them to clean the pig pen is also to let them quit before the difficulties. After all, the pig pen is the dirtiest and most difficult to clean in the farm.
But what he didn't expect was that this young man, who looked tender and tender, and had been raised in a pampered manner, actually picked up the pig food without saying a word and completed the task he gave him obediently.
Xiao Fubao was sitting in the shade, looking at Sang Mizhou who was working hard to pick pig food to feed the pigs, and he also wanted to do his part.
Suddenly he stretched out his little hand and pulled the man's sleeve.
The man lowered his head and looked at her.
Little Fubao raised her little head and her braids soaring into the sky. Although it was funny, she couldn't help but she looked too cute, and she could hit people's hearts with just one glance.
"Uncle, is there anything that Fu Bao can do? Fu Bao also wants to help!"